I’m a foodie. I enjoy a rare Thursday or Friday off from work and spending the entire day in the kitchen. My greatest challenge as a kosher cook is taking recipes from leading mainstream cooks and making them kosher without sacrificing taste. Most people I know are happy serving the same few meals on weeknights because they know that their kids will eat these basics. I believe that to develop people into adventurous eaters, one has to expose them to all types of food from a young age. Feta cheese, Chinese eggplant in garlic sauce, asparagus, and pizza and lasagna with a myriad of fillings and toppings besides plain cheese are all foods that my kids ate before starting elementary school. Some enjoy the food and some don’t, but at least they tried. The first month after I moved to my current city, my family and I lived in an extended stay hotel. My kids were aged two and four months old at the time and my husband needed the car for work, so I watched a lot of the food network and copied down my favorite recipes to keep myself from going crazy. I remember my favorites being Emeril’s ropa vieja and Alton Brown’s home cooked thanksgiving meal. Oh, to get out of that hotel and cook those delicacies. Fast forward to now and I have time to experiment with new foods as I no longer have young children at home. I’ll try recipes from any source if they sound interesting. In the last few months I noticed a number of Goodreads friends reading a new memoir by Food Network sensation Ina Garten, also known as the Barefoot Contessa. Those who know me here know that I would be willing to read a memoir a day, and Ina Garten is a cook. It’s a cold Sunday with snow melting. There is no better place than I would rather be than in the kitchen with the Barefoot Contessa.
Born on February 2, 1948 in Brooklyn, Ina Rosenberg could be a distant relative (although I doubt it because my mom says that during her childhood the phone book contained 7 pages of Rosenbergs). Despite that aside, I will claim her as a distant relative anyway because she could have been my mom’s best friend cousin and she is the ultimate self taught cook. The genes have to come from somewhere, right. Despite having the advantages of growing up in an upper middle class family, Ina Rosenberg did not enjoy a blissful childhood that I come to associate with the 1950s. For starters, her parents, especially her mother, hated her. Ina and her brother Ken believe as older adults that their parents should not have had children but were under peer pressure to do so as being part of the generation after the Holocaust. Neither parent encouraged either child to achieve although they did anyway. Ken received high grades and attended Dartmouth College, at the time only open to male students. While Ina excelled in science and expressed interest in becoming an architect, her father told her that she would never amount to anything. Her own father? It made me pause for thought about the way I sometimes treat my own children. In a nutshell, feh. On a chance visit to see her brother at Dartmouth, Jeffrey Garten spied Ina and decided that she was the girl for him. Somehow, her father also fell for Jeffrey and allowed them to date. They would marry three years later, setting the stage for a life that has been a combination of luck and magic.
I always note that the 1970s were a time where everyone was free to be you and me. When Jeffrey and Ina first married, he was an army officer stationed at Fort Bragg. She was a young army wife with little to do so she focused on fixing up their first home and cooking for her husband. He noted from day one that if you enjoy doing something, that you will be good at it. Ina enjoyed cooking and home renovation, and, as no surprise to her husband, she has continued these “hobbies”’for the last fifty six years. During the first few years of marriage, Jeffrey stationed in Thailand and Ina struggled to finish her degree in accounting, but she has always viewed a challenge with extra adrenaline and got it done. The couple spent an adventurous four months roaming Europe at $5 a day for an entire summer until Jeffrey started graduate school in Washington, and Ina discovered her love for French culture and cooking. Jeffrey vowed that when they had money to spare that they would return to France and explore all the places that they could not afford that first time around. At the time, Jeffrey viewed himself as Ina’s “father” because her actual father failed at his job. Ina, however, grew up in an era influenced by Betty Friedan and wanted to become her own person outside of the traditional roles of husband and wife. In the early days of marriage, Ina was expected to work and still cook supper, unload the dish washer, and take out the trash. Eventually, both Jeffrey and Ina grew to appreciate modern views on marriage and adapted with the times, even if it meant maintaining a long distance marriage over the span of two or more cities. Somehow the two of them made it work.
Jeffrey has always been Ina’s biggest supporter but not at his own expense. It is apparent to me that they are very much in love after all these years. He was the one who finagled finances so she could buy the first Barefoot Contessa store. After counseling sessions that allowed both spouses to realize that the roles in marriage had changed in the 1970s, the two have supported each other’s careers every step of the way. One could say that after purchasing the first store, the bulk of this memoir has been laundry listing Ina’s achievements. While detailing how she took the Barefoot Contessa from a store to a brand can be tedious, I found it fascinating. Yes, I love food. My husband sells rotisserie chicken and baguettes, and now I know the history behind these foods. Hint: both are thanks to Napoleon. Besides the food and the name dropping, I am drawn to books about trailblazing women. One might not think that a food network star is trailblazing, but I beg to differ. In the early days of the Barefoot Contessa, women did not necessarily make it big as entrepreneurs. Business associates did not take them serious, and in one anecdote, Ina relates that a bank viewed her as invisible because only a man’s finances existed. Suffice it to say, the Gartens did not remain customers of that bank. While Jeffrey established himself at Lehman Brothers then the Clinton administration and finally as the Dean of the Yale School of Business, Ina had to make her own business decisions. During this transition era of second wave feminism, this was not common. Besides the brownies and coconut cupcakes and lobster blt sandwich that I will be swapping out for chicken strips and beef fry, I found Ina’s journey as a businesswoman to be the most intriguing sections of the book. And by the way, she has written more than ten cookbooks.
As an older septuagenarian, Ina Garten does not have plans to slow down. She still hosts a program on the Food Network and has another cookbook in the pipeline. The Barefoot Contessa is still going strong. The dinner parties and modern comfort foods sound scrumptious, and now I want to indulge in all of her cookbooks and see what I can do with them. She has found recipes while shopping in Paris, vacationing in Milan and Provence, and discussing food with friends. Emily Blunt’s roasted potatoes sound heavenly, and now I also know how to make my own rotisserie chicken. Who would have thought. While a lot of this memoir has been a laundry list of Ina Garten’s life, it also contains an introspective layer while Garten grapples with her unhappy childhood and how she has finally gotten past it. She chose not to have children because of her experience, but she notes that with a traditional family, she might not have been able to go on all of the adventures in her life. Her staff and employees over the years have become thicker than family, and, while not my choice, I can respect her for her decision. It is January. There is a thick layer of snow on the ground. Ina Garten’s creamy leek potato soup sounds heavenly. So do her garden home in East Hampton and airy apartment in Paris. Her life may have been lucky but she made it happen. What a remarkable life to date and still creating new and creative recipes and business ventures. Perhaps, I should claim her as a distant relative after all.
4 stars